Earlier, this morning...
I could hear life in the kitchen, which meant my early morning thoughts were done and it was time to move my ass out of bed. I rose, showered, brushed my teeth and dressed mechanically before making my way downstairs to the kitchen. I was greeted by the sight of my wife having breakfast with our son.
"Morning babe," Melissa said, handing me a cup of coffee.
I took the cup with a bleary smile and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Morning," I sat down next to Jason, enjoying my coffee and glancing down at the paper that had been laid out. My new employers. I still wasn't entirely sure what this new gig was going to be like; the pay was very good, but my job was essentially going to be buzzing around the town covering trivial local events. It was a pretty big step down from my job back at the big city and honestly, kind of felt beneath me.
"Don't sweat it," Melissa said, as if reading my thoughts. How the fuck does she do that? "It might not be glamorous, but the pay is comfortable and it's stable, plus," she stepped closer and kissed my cheek, "you'll be home every night."
All things I had told myself before as well.
"Not to mention," She continued, gesturing at our son who was busy devouring his breakfast, "the daycare here is great"
I smiled faintly. Even if I was overqualified and bored out of my mind, I had to stick to it for Jason's sake. The duty of a father after all. Damn it, Melissa and her logic.
"You're right babe, as per usual," I finished my coffee and rose from my seat. "Well, I better be off, want to make a good first impression and all that. Wish Dada luck, ok?"
I bent down and gave the toddler a kiss on the head, getting a giggle out of him. That melted my heart a little. My son, who had recently said his first, "dada". This was what it was all about, doing what's best for him.
Walking to the front door with Melissa, she rested her head on my shoulder when we got to the doorway. "Thank you," she whispered, before looking up and catching me in a kiss so fierce it caught me off guard. Jesus fuck, when had she done something like this before? We clung together like that for a while, making out like a couple of teenagers before finally she pushed me away.
"Ok, you've had your fill," she said, chastising me lightly, "get to work mister and to win that bread."
Really, fuck work. I wanted to take her and now, my dick was rock hard, my blood was up. But she was ultimately right. "We'll continue this tonight?" I asked hopefully, "hon?"
She looked apologetic. "Sorry Babe, but we're having some of the neighbours over tonight, remember?"
Fucking hell.
"Oh...yeah...right."
With a Herculean effort I kept my disappointment masked and went to my car, trying to squeeze my frustration into a little ball. Well, surely the day couldn't get any worse, right?
Some time after the Museum...
Right now, I'm not sure if it's getting better or worse.
Things were feeling crazy, I was overstimulated and my heart was ready to burst out of my chest. More than once I almost had an accident from just how out of it I was. Vaguely I had some sense of the light shifting around me, and when I glanced out my window of my car I saw that the sun was already beginning to set. Fuck, had I really lost that many hours?
Despite my addled mental state, I made it home, but chose to sit in the car for a good 5 minutes trying to get my shit together. When I closed my eyes, I could still see blurry flashes of those visions. Temples, pyramids, jungles, animals mating and eating, what appeared to be Furry orgies.
What I was going to have to do was, go inside and ask my wife to take me to the local hospital to check me out, because this shit was far from normal. Even if I were to exclude the numerous life threatening brain conditions I might be suffering from, there was still the chance I was just a garden variety crazy. But crazy people don't know they're crazy, right?
Fuck it, maybe I just needed a shower and to sleep for a solid 8 hours. If things were still shit tomorrow, well, the padded cell wasn't going anywhere. Eventually and with great trepidation, I entered my home.
I was greeted by a collection of new Furry faces standing in my living room. I blinked in utter shock, unsure of how to react and wondering if perhaps my budding psychosis had gotten worse when I was saved by my wife.
"Honey!" Melissa came to my side, handing me a drink, "you're just in time, the neighbors have come by."
Oh fuck, that's right. Melissa had that stupid fucking idea to meet and mingle with the neighbors. I can honestly say, in that moment with my heart ready to explode in my chest and very real possibility I was having a mental breakdown I could not give less of a fuck about meeting these people.
But my wife was looking at with those eyes, silently pleading and I could tell that this was important for her. Ok, all I had to do was keep my shit together for an hour or so, right? So I sucked up my unease and fixed a smile to my face as she lead me over to the guests.
There was 7 of them, including 2 couples. Married couples, and all 4 are Dogs.
"This is Alan and Xia Anika from next door,"
The first couple were barely in their late 20s. The woman was a Dog with curly blonde hair, golden fur with some spots, and a red clothing that shows-off the shape of her body. She beamed a bright smile up at me and I was immediately taken with how adorable she was, and also how nice her tits looked in that clothing she was wearing.
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"Matt, hi!" She shook my hand and held it for a moment within her own. They were soft and warm. "Welcome to the neighborhood! Melissa has told me all about you!"
"All about me?" I tried a laugh, "I hope not, I've been told I'm better in small doses...and at a distance."
That got a pleasant little giggle out of the Dog-woman. "Oh I'm sure that's not true!" She gave my hand a little caress before releasing it, "You've got a lovely place here and I can tell by all these photos of smiling faces that Melissa is lucky to have you."
I decided I liked her.
The husband shook my hand vigorously. This Dog was slender, but lightly muscled with black fur.
"You've got a firm grip," he noted, giving me an approving look, "you play much tennis?"
"Can't say I do," I shrugged, "haven't played much by way of sports in a while really, not since the baby came along."
Alan nodded sympathetically, "well, there's a tennis court 15 minutes away from here that I own. Really helps me and others unwind, you should try it out some time. We could play a few games."
"I'll definitely keep that in mind."
Melissa was eager to introduce me to the next pair, and I was eager to meet them.
"And this is Bob and Necla Aletha from across the road"
This couple of Dogs were middle aged, but the woman is supremely attractive in her elegance. Age had not touched her it seemed. Necla had curly hair, many spots on her fur (reminds me of a cheetah's spots), and a flowery dress that shows that she has incredibly huge breasts despite her age.
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There was a maternal kindness to Necla, and when we were introduced she gave me a kiss on the cheek that sent my body blazing.
Bob joyfully shook my hand with a growling chuckle. He was a muscular bulldog despite his big belly.
"You have a very charming young wife here," Necla said, gesturing to Melissa who blushed lightly under the praise, " I was coming out of the supermarket both arms full and this lovely young woman was kind of enough to help me carry them to the car!"
That was Melissa alright. In the decade I had been with her, she always took the time to help someone if they needed it. It was charming and why she was such a great mother to Jason, but I was often wary of her altruism getting her in trouble.
"Really, she made my day," Necla was saying, still throwing a barrage of maternal compliments at my wife. "It's not every day that you get to meet such a bubbly, friendly person like Melissa."
"Oh, believe me," I said, wrapping an arm around my wife, " I know how lucky I am."
"And your baby," she beamed, "oh he is just the cutest! I held little Jason before and he gave me a great big smile!"
"He can be a handful sometimes, but ....yeah, he's a great kid," I couldn't prevent my own proud smile. "What about you?" I asked, "any kids?"
A forlorn look crossed Necla's face. "Oh, no... no puppies for us," she turned to her husband, who didn't hesitate to admit being born sterile (and didn't find out until after their wedding-night).
Xia said she and her husband were trying to have kids.
Next Melissa introduced me to the next neighbor.
"This is Liliane Fiona from down the street"
Liliane is a beautiful Otter who has brown fur, brown eyes, an exotic flower on her head, and is wearing a dress that shows how large her breasts are, with her nipples and areolas poking through (oh god).
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"Pleased to meet you", she said while shaking my hand. The fur on her hand is so soft.
Liliane told me that she met my wife after I left for work, along with some friends who also lived down the street.
When I was introduced to them, I felt my mind go a full spin...  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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